Waterville Central High School - Academic Union Yearbook (Waterville, NY)

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AA-A VVYYY vvrwvvvvvv-rwvvvvvv vvvvvvvvvvrvvvv vv b 4 they couldn't dance the square sets together at the Paris Hill hops so she asked .Armin Christeler to give her some chemical which would make her six feet tall and she ac- cidentally took an overdose. After Iid sympathized properly, I inquired about Armin. She said that heid become a very famous person since head made that wonderful scientific discovery. It seems that he has the distinction of being the first person who ever made a whistle out of a pigis tail. I was also much interested in what she had to say about Dan Cleary. I always knew that his unusual vocal talent would get him far up in the musical world and it has. Heis now janitor for the Singer Sewing Machine Com- pany. The only other person whose whereabouts Thelma knew of was Agnes An- gier. She said Agnes was the owner of a freckle cream factory and now has quite a comfortable fortune-enough anyway to keep her husband, Kenneth Lally, in new radio apparatus. Thelma was just shuffling off to Buffalo and so we had only a few more min- utes, conversation before she left. After that, I was so busy thinking about the fates of my classmates, that it seemed no time at all before we reached Chicago. There, I immediately started for my hotel. All along the way, I noticed huge billboards which advertised the thrill of a century. The one and only crooning bull- fighter, Vincent Evans, was giving a charity performance that night. Tickets were selling for fifty dollars a seat so I couldnit afford to go, but I thought I,d like to talk with him. Accordingly, when I got to the hotel, I asked the desk clerk where I could locate Mr. Evans. He said he'd call the manager who was a personal friend of his. The inanager, a very suave and elegant gentleman with a monocle and a permanent wave glided up. I nearly swooned. He was none other than Reuben Tepolt. After I had recovered my breath, I told him my wish. He said it was impossible to spe-ak to the great man, Vinny himself, but I could probably talk with his manager, Don Fuess. I was rather surprised at that partnership at first, but then on second thought I remembered what a genius Don always had possessed for tending other peopleis business. Reuben could only give me a little of his time so I soon went up to my room and rang for the maid to bring me some ice water. When the girl finally arrived, I had another shock, for it was Helen Billings. I immediately thought that probably George Fusek was somewhere around'--but I'll come to him later. I asked Helen if she knew where I could hire an escort for the evening. She said that there was a new gigilo on the hotel staff-a Russian, Lellando Kempski. She said she hadn't seen him but he was supposed to be usmoothf, After she went out, I called the desk and arranged to have Mr. Kempski show me Chicago night life. To make a long story short, the patent-leather sheik whom I met as agreed turned out to be Leland Kemp. But the change in him! You wouldnlt think heid ever ridden off the farm in a Ford. After surprised greetings, we went first to a German beer garden. There. a band was playing sentimental ditties. Leland informed me that the leader, a la Cab Calloway, was Hotter,' Snyder. I said I'd like to have him come to our table for a few minutes but Leland said it couldn't be managed for Lester was still a con- firmed woman-hater. I was so disappointed that we left in a few minutes to go to a show. A revival of '6Uncle Tom's Cabinw was on, which I wanted to see. The biggest surprise yet was in store for me there, for Topsy was being played by June Draheim, no less. Following the play, we went to a fashionable slipper club. The floor show was said to be excellent there. The main attraction was a group of Hawaiian girls who gave a native dance in costume. It so happened that we sat at a table near the dance Mfvkrf, -.-A--4-At--- Aaktfkk -AAAAAA

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vvvvvrvvwvvv We Are Prepared Members of the School Board, the Faculty, Ladies and Gentlemen: In behalf of the Class of 1933 I welcome you to this occasion of our stepping into real and independent life, and thank you for your aid in preparing us for this transition. I said that we seniors were welcoming you. In reality it is you who are wel- coming us. Having for the most part completed our training, we are ready to step into your midst to take up our burdens. You, by your coming here tonight, are ex- tending friendly hands to draw us, inexperienced as yet in practical affairs, into real life. However, we are not as unsophisticated as is commonly thought. Our twelve years of schooling have given us many more things than just Hreadin', writin,, 'rith- metic.,7 To our knowledge of abstract theory must be added our training in social and civic life, including our manners, and a varied fund of information not obtain- able from teachers, but gotten directly through the influence of the school. In some respects we are more advantageously situated than those in the same position in the past. Many things, for instance, which were formerly taught by parents to their children, are now learned at school. Much is included in this extra heritage from our school days. Many of our traits have been brought out by actual contact with others in this young world, the school. Knowing ourselves, we can now adapt ourselves more fully to the outside world. Habits of punctuality, honesty, and order have been instilled into many of us. The responsibilities of school work, properly met, have made it easier for us to face the responsibilities of life. A full sense of our social and civic obligations is the most valuable gift of our school days. We hope to enter life better men and better citizens as a result of our knowledge of everyday affairs. In closing, I feel that we of the Class of 1933, endowed with these valuable as- sets, are fully prepared to meet the emergencies of life. And just as you have done, we hope to give to posterity the kindness, the care, and the welcoming hand which we acknowledge and accept this evening. Armin Christeler. lass Prophecy With a happy sigh, I sank into a seat in the passenger plane for Chicago one afternoon in 1953. I wasvon my way to the third World's Fair and I was as excited as a girl. Why! I was almost as thrilled as I used to be when I attended the big annual fair at Brookfield, I refiected. I could still picture that event so clearly-the live stock show-the horse races-and the seeming swarms of people. In that crowd, I could even visualize the faces of my old classmates, who were always there without fail. My reminiscence set me wondering what had happened to the grad- uates of 533. How I would like to see them again! I resolutely put such thoughts out of my mind and watched the passengers boarding the ship. My attention was attracted to a woman who must have been at least seven feet tall. I watched her with interest as she twined herself around the chair next to mine. Imagine my surprise when she turned and spoke to me with joyful recognition. She saw my bewilderment and she introduced herself-Thelma Dunn-Thelma Hughes to me. Of course, I first asked her about the phenomenon of her growth. Then she explained that she was so short and Raymond so tall that A--x--AA.-,-x A--- A AAAAQAAAA

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. LM floor and consequently I saw the girls plainly. It's a good thing I have a strong constitution, otherwise my discovery would have been too unnerving, for the sup- posed Hawaiian beauties I knew, despite the dusky make-up, were none other than Susan Vleck, Mary Reagan, Ruth Van Swall, Theresa Ward, Elizabeth Stukey, Irene Berry, Maxine Rice, Floretta King and Pearle Roberts. I would have liked to see them in private but my previous disappointments had made me rather shy. After that discovery, I concluded that lid had enough excitement for one day so I returned to my hotel. The next morning I went down to the Fair. Being a farmer, I was much inter- ested in the agricultural building. The first thing I saw there was a huge gold milk pail. I read the inscription on it which said, Hln loving memory of William Rob- erts, whose invention of the self-filling milk pail has revolutionized farmingf' I was properly impressed at the great service our classmate had done for humanity. The next building I entered exhibited specimens of mountain animals. A sign said that some of the most unusual creatures were caught by the renowned mountain- climber, Lloyd Smith. I wasnit surprised that Lloyd had chosen this profession or that he was such a success at it, considering the fact that he always made Craigfoot on high. I spent four or five hours wandering around the educational displays and then I went down to the Midway. Tom-toms beat in the Zulu Village. I glanced at a couple of women, apparent- ly natives, who were playing them. Suddenly, one of them called my name. I was startled. Then the women ran up to me, lifted the wigs from their heads, and I then saw that they were my old classmates, Marion Brennan and Mary Fuess. In the ex- citement I forgot to ask them how they happened to be there. Probably it was thanks to the fact that they've always had rhythm. I Hnally left them and went on to a gypsy camp. There an old crone, who claimed to be the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, was telling fortunes. I crossed her palm with silver and she started to tell my past. It was uncanny the way she knew my school history. Finally, the old crone gave a merry giggle. I couldn't believe my ears for it sounded just as Joyce Randall used to. The old Woman raised her shawl and I saw that it really was she. Then Joyce explained that she was pres- ident of a prominent girls, school and, being bored with life in general, she decided to spend her Sabbatical year in this fashion. There were some customers waiting then, so I reluctantly bade her farewell and strolled on. Ry a barker at the gates of the Algerian Village I was offered for a nickel, half a dime, the twentieth part of a dollar, the chance of a lifetime to behold a Moslem eat live scorpions. The persuasive voice lured me on and I slipped into line to buy my ticket. I looked at the barker. That voice with a smile belonged to George Fusek. He soon recognized me and after a few minutes of conversation, he said he had a surprise for me. We entered the tent and there, wrapped in a purple robe and finishing his lunch of twenty scorpions, sat Carl Cook. This was too much. I fainted. When I regained consciousness I found my- self 'in my hotel room-ecompletely lost. Elizabeth Lane. Lester Snyder: 4'When I get to New York, how do I get to the hotel?,' Conductor: 'LWhich hotel?7, L. S.: 'LOh, are there two? 77 eY,A,5.4A-A AAex.4.rAL44-AAAA:Ag444-AAAAALAAA